Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..
(No nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched– they must be felt with the heart.” Helen Keller
“Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.” Julianne Moore
“Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but it doesn’t get you anywhere”.
“Holding on to bitterness is like taken poison and expecting the other person to die”…
It is almost the middle of the week, laundry is done and thought I would pop in and share a few thoughts… just a couple more thoughts concerning taking a few moments of history, relaxing and leaving the other world to its own devices… giving the mind some time out to rest and regroup.. 🙂
Another method I have is, with the relaxing music, painting (in this case paint by numbers)…
Again, I don’t apply pressure to myself and stay with it until it is done, just for a bit of time, however long… another is a rather difficult puzzle…
There are no border, the outline of the large dog is the edge and there are no method to the pieces.. each piece is like the world, different and unique but fits… 🙂 but, it is something one can relax with, momentarily putting the world and all its issues on the back burner..
I guess I got my attitude from being a country boy… I grew up on a small farm in the 1940’s, ‘50’s and early ‘60’s… in many ways we did not have a great deal in the way of wealth, but in other ways we had happiness… the following is a picture taken about a rogue cornstalk that Dad found in the field (I am standing with Mom, Dad and my sister and my brother is by the ladder)…for a brief moment in history, Dad grew a cornstalk that was one of the tallest in the world… Dad farmed and were also a blacksmith..
The following IS a TRUE story… 🙂 of course, out in the country us kids were left to our own devices to entertain ourselves and sometimes that got us into a little trouble… 🙂 I always had a urge to have pets (other than normal pets) and one day I found an abandoned young pigeon, didn’t even have its feathers yet… well, I kept it in the house, keeping it warm and feeding it white bread soaked in warm milk.. It did survive and developed s taste for white bread and when I ventured out, I would feed it some bread… I called the pigeon Commander and it would live in the cupola of the corncrib, take one look at me with the bread and come to me… it would also mingle with the chickens and would have fights with roosters and in time, Commander didn’t have a feather on his head…
One day, Dad walked out of the house with a sandwich, Commander seen the white bread and came at Dad like a fighter jet, knocked the sandwich out of Dad’s hand, grabbed a slice and took off.. I was in trouble… 🙂 anyway, it were a short time after that and I no longer saw Commander… I did look for him but could not find him, so thought perhaps he had met his fate… about two weeks later, a farm neighbor brought his shears for his cultivator to Dad to work on and get ready for cultivating… the neighbor said “the strangest thing happened this morning, I were sitting under the shade tree eating a sandwich when this pigeon attacked me and stole my sandwich”… Dad starting laughing and he asked if the pigeon had a bald head and Mr. Uden said yes, and we knew where Commander went, apparently he thought he wore out his welcome and it was off to greener pastures… 🙂
Yes, I’m still a country boy… 🙂
I’m Just A Country Boy..
I’m just a country boy
That’s all I’ll ever be,
Don’t need much money
Being rich is not for me.
I have gold in the sun
And silver in every star,
Clear starry nights, clear blue sky mornings
Richer than the wealthy by far.
So, just color me country
No big city crowds for me,
They probably wouldn’t approve
Of this ole country boy, you see.
The morning air smells clean and fresh
It always brings a smile,
Can hear the sound of a distant train
That will travel many a mile.
Can hear and see the backyard creatures
In their excitement, begin to start their day,
Even though they search for their destiny
The young ones still have time to play.
Yes, I’m me, I am what I am..
A country boy at heart I’ll stay,
As I look for adventure and follow my dreams
On the path least traveled…each and every day.
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller 4-20-2008)
Well, I had better close as it is off to new adventures, chasing dreams while leaving safe harbor… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
Here on the path one is not shackled by closed minded ideology… like Commander, here on the path one follows ones heart and is born free…Life is an adventure or it is nothing… 🙂